| I met a man without a dollar to his name
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| Who had no traits of any value but his smile
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| I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame
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| Who was content to let life pass him for a while
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| And I was sure that all I ever wanted
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| Was a life like the movie stars led
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| And he kissed me right here, and he said,
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| «I'll give you stars and the moon and a soul to guide you
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| And a promise I’ll never go
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| I’ll give you hope to bring out all the life inside you
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| And the strength that will help you grow.
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| I’ll give you truth and a future that’s twenty times better
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| Than any Hollywood plot.»
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| And I thought, «You know, I’d rather have a yacht.»
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| I met a man who lived his life out on the road
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| Who left a wife and kids in Portland on a whim
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| I met a man whose fire and passion always showed
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| Who asked if I could spare a week to ride with him
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| But I was sure that all I ever wanted
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| Was a life that was scripted and planned
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| And he said, «But you don’t understand —
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| «I'll give you stars and the moon and the open highway
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| And a river beneath your feet
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| I’ll give you day full of dreams if you travel my way
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| And a summer you can’t repeat.
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| I’ll give you nights full of passion and days of adventure,
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| No strings, just warm summer rain.»
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| And I thought, «You know, I’d rather have champagne.»
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| I met a man who had a fortune in the bank
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| Who had retired at age thirty, set for life.
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| I met a man and didn’t know which stars to thank,
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| And then he asked one day if I would be his wife.
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| And I looked up, and all I could think of Was the life I had dreamt I would live
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| And I said to him, «What will you give?»
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| «I'll give you cars and a townhouse in Turtle Bay
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| And a fur and a diamond ring
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| And we’ll be married in Spain on my yacht today
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| And we’ll honeymoon in Beijing.
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| And you’ll meet stars at the parties I throw at my villas
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| In Nice and Paris in June.»
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| And I thought, «Okay.»
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| And I took a breath
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| And I got my yacht
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| And the years went by And it never changed
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| And it never grew
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| And I never dreamed
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| And I woke one day
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| And I looked around
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| And I thought, «My God…
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| I’ll never have the moon.» |